"If you, who long have breath'd the fumes

"Of city-fogs and crouded rooms,

"Do now folicitoufly fhun

"The cooler air and dazzling fun; "If his majestic eye you flee,

"Learn hence t' excufe and pity me. "Confider what it is to bear

"The powder'd courtier's witty fneer; "To fee th' important man of drefs Scoffing my college-aukwardness; "To be the ftrutting cornet's fport,. "To run the gauntlet of the court, "Winning my way by flow approaches, "Through crouds of coxcombs and of coaches, "From the first fierce cockaded centry, "Quite through the tribe of waiting-gentry; "To pafs fo many crouded stages, "And ftand the staring of your pages;

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And, after all, to crown my fpleen,

"Be told

"You are not to be feen :"

“Or, if you are, be forc'd to bear
"The awe of your majestic air.
"And can I then be faulty found,
"In dreading this vexatious round?
"Can it be strange, if I efchew
"A fcene fo glorious and so new?
"Or is he criminal that flies
"The living luftre of your eyes?"

THE

THE DEAN'S MANNER OF LIVING.

ON rainy days alone I dine

Upon a chick and pint of wine..

On rainy days I dine alone,

And pick my chicken to the bone:
But this my fervants much enrages,
No fcraps remain to save board-wages.
In weather fine I nothing fpend,
But often fpunge upon a friend :
Yet, where he 's not fo rich as I,
I pay my club, and so good b' ye..

VERSES MADE FOR FRUIT-WOMEN, &C..

ASPARAGUS..

RIPE 'paragrafs,

Fit for lad or lafs,

To make their water pass:
O, 'tis pretty picking
With a tender chicken!

ONION S.

COME, follow me by the fmell,
Here are delicate onions to fell,
I promise to use you well.
They make the blood warmer;
You'll feed like a farmer:
For this is every cook's opinion,
No favoury difh without an onion ;
But, left your kiffing should be spoil'd,
Your onions must be throughly boil'd:
Or else you may spare

Your mistress a fhare,

The fecret will never be known;

She cannot discover

The breath of her lover, But think it as fweet as her own.

OYSTER S.

CHARMING oysters I cry s

My mafters, come buy,
So plump and fo fresh,
So fweet is their flesh,

No

No Colchester oyster

Is fweeter and moister;

Your ftomach they fettle,
And roufe up your mettle;
They 'll make you a dad
Of a lafs or a lad;

And madam your wife
They'll please to the life;
Be fhe barren, be the old,
Be the flut, or be the fcold,
Eat my oysters, and lye near her,
She 'll be fruitful, never fear her.

HERRING S.

BE not sparing,

Leave off swearing.

Buy my herring

Fresh from Malahide *,

Better never was try'd.

Come, eat them with pure fresh butter and mustard,
Their bellies are foft, and as white as a custard.
Come, fix-pence a dozen to get me fome bread,
Or, like my own herrings, I foon fhall be dead.

ORANGE S.:

COME buy my fine oranges, fauce for your veal, And charming when squeez'd in a pot of brown ale;' Well roafted, with fugar and wine in a cup,

They 'll make a fweet bishop when gentle-folks fup.

Near Dublin.

ON

ON ROVER. A LADY'S SPANIEL.

INSTRUCTIONS TO A PAINTER*.

APPIEST of the fpaniel-race,

HAP

Painter, with thy colours grace :-
Draw his forehead large and high,
Draw his blue and humid eye;
Draw his neck fo fmooth and round,
Little neck with ribbons bound;
And the mufcly swelling breast
Where the Loves and Graces reft;
And the spreading even back,
Soft, and fleek, and gloffy black;
And the tail that gently twines,
Like the tendrils of the vines ;
And the filky twisted hair,
Shadowing thick the velvet ear;
Velvet ears, which, hanging low,
O'er the veiny temples flow.

With a proper light and shade,
Let the winding hoop be laid;
And within that arching bower
(Secret circle, mystic power) ·
In a downy slumber place
Happieft of the Spaniel race;
While the foft perfpiring Dame,
Glowing with the foftest flame,

* In ridicule of Philips's poem on Mifs Carteret and written, it has been faid, "to affront the lady "of archbishop Boulter." N.

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